Jazz and Poetry

I miss Europe.
Have you heard of Langston Hughes?
I believe we read
one of his poems together
one evening in London,
when both of us were
a bit drunk on
cheap wine.

You tried to imitate a southern black accent,
and pulled it off pretty well.
- Jazz is my religion -
And so it may have been,
Even though we both agreed that
Aaron would have been more convincing.

I read something to do with Miles Davis.
Kind of Blue, shrill trumpet sound
Caressed into a minor key velvet.
With the music playing it wasn't too bad.

All that seem so far away now,
Like memories viewed through frosted glass
On a rainy evening.
Rain gentle and persistent,
The kind that gently paints the
cobblestone streets a watercolour grey.



- 20 April 2008